Wolves Gone Wild(11)

They’d gotten lucky. She was all of those things and more. Her spirit shone in her silver-blue eyes, eyes that could take a man’s soul and wrap it around her little finger. Her beauty was evident not only in the superficial assets like her silky brown hair with coppery highlights that floated around her oval face, but in the way she held her body and her obvious self-confidence. She was dressed simply in jeans and a T-shirt, but her attire would never matter to him. The only way he’d ever care would be the times she’d be naked, free of any kind of clothing. He towered over her as he did most women. The important point was that, even as he gazed down at her, she didn’t flinch, didn’t cower, and didn’t flutter her eyelashes like some silly women did.

He couldn’t tell if Lance or Duncan had felt the connection. Had they touched her yet? Still, he suspected that their resolve to get her to stay was his answer. Once they had time alone, he’d confirm that they were feeling the same way he was.

He glared down at Lance, gritted his teeth, and fought against his anxiousness to get Milly’s apartment door open and Christy ushered inside before she changed her mind about accepting Milly’s hospitality. If Lance didn’t get the key from under the damn ceramic frog soon, he’d push him out of the way and do it himself. That or break the fucking door down.

Lance stood up a moment before he started to put that plan into action. “Here we go.”

He inserted it in the lock, turned it, then twisted the doorknob and opened the front door. “I’m not sure why Milly locks the place up. No one’s ever broken into a house around here.”

Grant held on to Christy’s arm and escorted her over the threshold. For one crazy second, it felt like he should scoop her into his arms and carry her over it. Maybe it was the continuous zap of energy that rushed back and forth between them. He couldn’t be sure and he didn’t much care.

The place wasn’t anything fancy, but it was neat and clean with a small kitchen he doubted Christy would use other than to heat food up in the microwave. The furniture had seen better days, but that just made the couch and armchair more comfortable. The bedroom was down a short hallway. He could even see the bed from where he stood.

Damn, what I wouldn’t do to throw her over my shoulder and toss her on top of it.

He’d spread her legs, tear off her clothes and show her how good he could work his tongue. Once he had her nice and wet, he’d plant his cock inside her and make her scream his name.

He dragged in a long breath and fought to stay rational. Now was not the time to lose his head.

If he had any sense at all, he’d get the hell out and leave her alone until the amber moon had passed. Instead, it seemed sense had gone out the window ten minutes after he’d met her. One night of going wild with her, so wild that it might blow their connection sky-high, wasn’t worth risking the rest of their lives together. Yet, judging from the stories he’d heard about the way werewolves went crazy during the amber moon, he wasn’t sure he could keep away knowing that she was in Forever. Even then he might have been able to control himself, but that was before he’d gotten a good whiff of the lust oozing out of her, lust that was directed squarely at his friends and him.

He stepped back, his body rigid as he tried to hang on to that thin thread of restraint. He kept his breathing shallow, trying not to pick up her alluring scent. She walked around the room, checking it out. If she was swaying her hips on purpose to make him want her, then she was succeeding. He wouldn’t claim any responsibility if she turned toward him again and did something so erotic as to lick her lips. Or arch an eyebrow. Or, hell, just take a breath big enough to make her chest rise.

Get your mind off her.

“Christy, how’d you end up in Forever?”

She did turn toward him then as Lance came to his side. He could smell Lance’s arousal. If Lance looked to him for help in holding back, he’d be shit out of luck.

She gave him a quizzical look. “My car died, remember?”

“Yeah. What I meant was, what made you start down the road leading into town? It’s not a main highway or anything.”

Her unique, silver-blue eyes clouded over in wonder. “I don’t really know. One minute, I’m on the highway headed west, then in the next minute I’m taking the exit. It was almost like something was pulling me here.”

She shook her head and gave a short laugh. “Wow. I must really be tired to talk like that. You’d think I believed in magic or…” She paused, searching for the right word.

“Fate?” He didn’t bother faking a smile. He was dead serious and wanted her to know it.